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Shouta Aizawa was not a vocal person. He could be when he wanted to. When he wasn't in full control of his brain or when he was just full on desperate, but most times he just was silent.
And he knew that pissed Hizashi off to no end.
Why did Shouta have to be so calm and controlled when Hizashi wasn't? When Hizashi was a vocal mess? He couldn't even control his quirk when Shouta got him where he wanted him.
It, of course, became a game for them. To see who could last longer. Cheating was allowed, but no one would call teasing cheating.
They came up with ways to initiate the game. A post-it note, Nemuri saying a code word at work, or Kan (Vlad), and recently?
It had been through All-Might. A dense fool who had no idea what was going on until the game was actually going to start.
Shouta was at the teacher dorms when the skin and bones hero invited himself into Shouta's space.
It had been a rough few nights, Hizashi was at home because that was easier for his radio job, and Shouta hadn't been able to get away from school work and patrol.
"What?" snipped Shouta with a grumble and a rough scrub of his face.
The man of peace chuckled. "Chipper as ever Mx. Aizawa!"
Shouta glared at the man and grumbled again. "What do you need, All-Might?"
Toshinori's face twitched, he fiddled with his fingers for a bit, then rolled on the balls of his feet, and looked toward the wall. "Present Mic told me that we are going out for drinks with Midnight and Vlad."
Shouta felt the papers in his hand crumble. "Fuck!" He shouted and tried to smooth the wrinkled paper before it was ruined.
He cleared his throat, felt the heat rise in his cheeks, and an even lower heat between his legs. "Uh. Did he say anything else about that?" Sometimes it really was just drinks, but he couldn't look at the other hero. Why was Hizashi involving All-Might? Was All-Might just inviting himself? Trouble in monogamous paradise?
Hizashi knew Shouta wouldn't make a sound with a new person there. Let alone All-Might a man whose ethics always clashed with his own.
Another thought hit Shouta. Surely All-Might wouldn't consent to that if he knew the game Hizashi was playing.
Hizashi and Shouta were people who had kinks, but that didn't mean they didn't explicitly state that consent was important to them. If they were to be out drinking and someone initiated the game? There would be consent checks.
Nemuri was down for it almost constantly and would even pick isolated booths with privacy curtains on the safe side.
It almost always became a mess.
"Hmmm," All-Might hummed. "I'm pretty sure he wants to play your game."
Shouta's breath ticked and he tore through the paper he had been trying to smooth. "Fuck." He breathed in and sighed softly.
"It's funny that he hands out consent forms." All-Might chuckled. "And details the basics of what we are consenting to."
"It's important," mumbled Shouta, they really should not be talking about this at work. "What time?"
"Present Mic said he would meet us at the… Cat Scratch Club? and to come after classes are finished later today." All-Might's form bent over Shouta's back. "Did you rip a student's paper???"
"Shut up," grumbled Shouta. He checked the name and felt a slight sense of relief that it was just Minneta's work. Little grape creep needed a talking to. He was going to fail the assignment anyways because all he had done was draw crude tits with his freaky little head motor boating them. Even Kaminari's work was better than this and Kaminari had doodled on the paper too!
"Are you sure you know what you are in for?" Shouta asked. This time he looked up at the man. "Because it gets… to be a lot. For voyeurs and participants."
All-Might chuckled again. "I am a big boy and can tap out."
Shouta sighed again. "... What time is it now?"
"Time for you to go to bed," said All-Might. "It's maybe two in the morning."
Shouta grumbled and kicked the hero out of his room. "See you… later."
Toshinori gave a thumbs up. "Remember. After classes."
Shouta squirmed as he closed the door and locked it.
Shouta took a few deep breaths before he moved toward the bare bones bed, lowered himself into it, then took out his phone, and flipped through a few chat groups.
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Class 1 A unhinged (Grape Free)
Pikachu: I can't sleeeppppp
Pikachu: bakugo come knock me out
Smol-Might: :( sorry Kami he fell asleep hours ago
Smol-Might sent a photo (its blurry and of the blonde haired Bakugo drooling on Izuku's frilly night gown covered chest fast asleep)
Pikachu: awwww he is like a little kitten…
Smol-Might: ;-; I've been afraid to disturb him because that is illegal
Mind-Fuck: I wish that were me
Smol-Might sent a photo (it is Hitoshi lit up by his phone screen snuggled on the other side of Deku, spiked red hair behind him barely visible in the frame)
Smol-Might: you're right here tho!
Mind-Fuck: but Kats gets to be on your she/they tiddies :((( which are cozy
Rock-Hard: you can flip over onto my tiddies :(
Mx.AizawaGrumpy: go the fuck to sleep its 2 in the morning
Mind-Fuck: yes dad
Smol-Might: yes dad
Pikachu: yes dad
Rock-Hard: yes dad
Ice-Cold-Hottie: you're not my dad
Smol-Might: oh no gays we woke Shouto
Mind-Fuck: … we are going to have 1000 years dungeon for this illegal act
Mx.AizawaGrumpy: only Hitoshi can call me dad the rest of you fuck off and go to sleep or I'm making you clean the dorms for a week.
Mx.AizawaGrumpy: I can and will call Endeavor so help me…
Ice-Cold-Hottie: … I will go back to sleep. Don't call my father. His new found change in character scares me.
Mx.AizawaGrumpy: good. If that didn't work I was going to call Inferno.
Ice-Cold-Hottie: also terrifying. Please call none of my family members ever.
Pikachu: wait… why does Hitoshi get to call you dad????
Mx.AizawaGrumpy has changed the chat to read only
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He sighed heavily and hovered over another chat. Then he clicked into it
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5 Bros sitting in a hot tub 0 feet apart because they are gay
GrumpyBingus: did you get sent the invite to the Cat Scratch Club or…
Once-A-Cloud: … I received it. I don't know how I feel about going if… he… is attending because well… you know.
Set-Fire-To-The-Rain: I'm fucking going
Set-Fire-To-The-Rain: I'll burn the mother fucker into the ground if he fucking starts shit
GrumpyBingus: I know the club is pretty neutral so…
Once-A-Cloud: I will see. I'm still… trying to remember everything and don't want to set off any alarms.
GrumpyBingus: Rooftop Crew understands the situation, but… I still will miss you in the shenanigans.
Set-Fire-To-The-Rain: I can ask H if I can record for u
Once-A-Cloud: that would be nice
GrumpyBingus: I consent to being recorded while I have a vibrator inside of me and my partner is trying to desperately make me get to my vocal breaking point
Set-Fire-To-The-Rain: alright get some sleep dude see you at Cat Scratch Club
TweetTweet: busy. Have fun. Can meet back up at your place tho and fuck T infront of you
GrumpyBingus: go the fuck to sleep. Maybe.
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Shouta held the phone to his chest and breathed in deep.
Now… how to release enough of this energy to sleep. If he tried to masterbate it wouldn't work and he would just be making Hizashi's job tomorrow easier. Sexual Frustration when going into their game was never ideal.
He sighed heavily again and rolled over onto his side to face the wall. Being sleep deprived would also not be ideal. He flopped onto his back, tucked a knee up, and spreaded the other one out. He could go on a run, pass out outside, but he felt too tired for that.
He sighed again and smacked his head on the pillow.
His phone lit up in the dark space he picked it back up and swiped the screen open.
It was a video message of blackish-purple mist slowly shrinking back to a face all too familiar to Shouta. But older than that face had ever gotten to be. Gone was the sky blue hair with wispy movement in its place was the same dark black and purple. "I can control it now," said the video. The metal collar is still around the form's neck and shoulders. "It's almost similar to when I'd form all that fog…"
Shouta smiled a little at the figure on screen. He remembered that? Progress.
"It's still a hard maybe, but I want to." The Golden eyes grew bright as the mist enveloped the figure once more. Kurogiri stared back at him. At least on the inside he was slowly remembering who he once was. "I want to see you become a fucking mess and lose it infront of everyone." Those golden slits of mist nearly hooded. "Fucked up that I get turned on thinking of you struggling."
Shouta dug his nails into the bedsheets and sighed softly. "Even now you want a fucking show," muttered Shouta. He didn't expect the Oboro he once knew to return to them. There would always be a change after trauma, but he was still there. Changed. New, but still… him.
He rubbed his feet together and decided the best course of action for sleep.
He rolled back over on his side, hand between his legs, slipped below his waist band, and with a soft sigh he slipped two fingers between his folds. He didn't move them. Just rested them there, the pressure was nice sometimes, got his brain to slow down enough if he just pressed in the right way, his other hand crooked behind his pillow, he breathed in, then out, and finally he shut his eyes to sleep.
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Shouta had just crawled out of bed later that morning when he heard a knock at the door. He paused, waited for more, but there was nothing. He slipped on his hero outfit, black jumpsuit, capture weapon, a pair of combat boots, and his goggles.
Then he unlocked the door and opened it. There was a colorful package outside of his door with his life partner's stupid loud handwriting on it. "For tonight," grumbled Shouta as he pulled the package into the room.
He opened it to see what tonight would entail. At the very top of the box was confetti and deeper in the box was a vibrator. Electric yellow in color and one that would sit comfortably, but loose inside him while also supplying stimulation to his clit. He grumbled at that. Hizashi was playing to win apparently.
There was a different toy deeper than the first. This one was neon orange and didn't look like it had any vibrator built in, but Shouta knew better.
It was his favorite vibrator. The one connected to that stupid speaker on Hizashi's Present Mic costume. There was a little note next to it. English words staring back at him. "If you want to start early. Winky face."
Shouta groaned and rubbed at his face. He packed the bright orange one away in the box and stuck the yellow one in his bag for the day. "No, I plan on winning thank you very much." Even though there was no loser in this game of theirs.
Either way they would both end up fucking in the bathroom or if things went a certain way there would be an orgy at their home.
Still. Shouta planned on winning. On not being the first one to crack and turn into a messy puddle of noise.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the papers he graded earlier in the morning, put them in a separate pocket of his bag, and then he pulled his sleeping bag over his shoulder for his homeroom nap. "Just… hang in there." He sighed softly, packed some extra clothes to change into later, and then left the dorm building to head to a day of teaching.
Per usual his homeroom class of Problem Children was a lot.
Kaminari was face down on the desk, Midoryia was playing footsie with Bakugo, and the little grape freak was questioning why there was a big rip in the middle of his homework.
"Drawing boobs is not doing your homework," said Shouta with the usual disdain toward the student. "I expect more out of you than teenage hormones."
Minneta frowned and pulled the paper to his face to grumble about how stupid pent up Aizawa was.
Shouta didn't know if the student was aware he could HEAR what he was grumbling about or not. Shouta really didn't want to have an after-school with the brat, but the previous detentions had done nothing to discourage Minneta from crude comments, homophobia, or transphobia.
"I really don't want to give you an after school detention today, Minneta," grunted Shouta. "It would be best if you shut up or I'm switching you into King Vlad's class."
That somehow shut the little grape fuck up. He made a note to threaten to send the student to King Vlad more often. "Okay does anyone have any questions about their grade?"
Minneta rose his hand and Shouta groaned internally.
"What is it now, Minneta?" Shouta dug his knee up into the top of his desk and tried to brace himself for whatever was going to come out of the little fucker's mouth.
Minneta's hand lowered. "What can I do better?"
That mentally floored Shouta. Was the grape creep really asking what he could do better? Shouta blinked and squinted. "You can start by actually doing the work and not just use your homework as a doodle pad."
He wanted to add that being a hero would not make women attracted to him, but that could be a lesson for another day.
School passed by without any further disturbances as far as Shouta knew and he would prefer it that way.
He stopped at the dorms to take a quick shower and change into his club clothes. A simple black strappy bralette, a cropped pleather jacket, some black high waisted cotton shorts with his boots. He is thirty and queer let him live his life without judgment that clubs are for young people.
Toshinori, Kan, and Nemuri had waited outside of the school gates for him.
Toshinori looked too frumpy in his ill fitted clothes. An off white t shirt and army green cargo pants with tennis shoes.
Shouta truly wondered why he had been invited.
Nemuri and Kan were Shouta's saviors.
Kan wore his clothes tight. Tonight he had gone slightly overboard with body glitter and a well fit sparkly rose gold jumpsuit that he would regret later.
Nemuri never went over the top with her club garb despite being the X-Rated hero. She never wanted to accidentally cause a giant blackout with her quirk and often went with cotton fabrics. Tonight she opted for a turtleneck leotard in baby blue and a black pleather mini skirt. Baby blue tights underneath and some comfortable shoes.
He could only imagine what Hizashi would wear. The Loud Blonde loved to show off a lot when they were playing. Knew how riled up it could make Shouta get when his clothes looked painted on.
"Need help putting this on," Shouta mumbled to Nemuri. He handed her a pretty hefty necklace. A choker. Hizashi's favorite of Shouta's oldest pieces of jewelry. It was aged with raven skulls digging into his soft flesh. It was nice to have. It felt grounding in times like these.
Nemuri hooked it in the back for him and smoothed it out over his neck. "I've always liked this. A psuto collar." She grinned and pressed just so that one of the raven's beaks dug into Shouta's throat. "Perfect."
Shouta shuttered as her nails dragged down his exposed collar bone. "Let's get a move on before the students come around."
The group of four moved quietly and quickly to their destination. The Cat Scratch Club was an industrial building with a neon pink sign that animated a yarn ball unraveling.
Shouta's stomach swirled with anticipation. Hizashi always chose bdsm nights at the club. Got the group a private booth knowing how Shouta is with strangers acting as voyeurs to their game.
He squeezed his legs together and bit his lower lip. He still needed to put the toy inside, but he knew that would make him lose. Sure he was quiet, but he couldn't help the slight noise he would make when something was inserted.
"I'm going to need your help again before we start," Shouta whispered to Nemuri as they entered the club and got their hand stamps.
Nemuri grinned as the blacklight stamp was applied to her hand. "Can't put a toy in by yourself, Sho?"
Shouta felt his blush in his ears. "I could," he grumbled. "Do you not want to do it this time?"
Nemuri waited for Shouta to get his hand stamped. "No, I do, it's one of the many joys of my night, I just was teasing you." She tickled under his chin and beckoned him to the restrooms.
Shouta followed and they huddled into one of the pink stalls.
When Shouta showed her the toy her mouth fell open. "Oh wow he must be really pissed at you if he chose one with two points of stimulation."
Shouta squirmed where he stood and averted his gaze. "I am going to be a fucking mess." He sighed softly and pressed his thighs together again. He took a few deep breaths before he slipped his shorts down and braced his hands against the wall. "Ready."
"No underwear." Nemuri went quiet for a moment, but Shouta could feel her checking. Her slim fingers pulled his folds apart and her breath hitched. "Fuck, Sho, you are already a mess."
Shouta knew that. Knew that just the small teasing from Nemuri was already having him dripping. "It should be fine," he whispered and took another breath, but that breath was interrupted by the toy going in. Shouta made the weirdest noise in all of his life, a choked off breath and a soft moan/sigh as the toy rested against his clit and filled his cunt. His nails scraped at the smooth wall of the stall.
Nemuri was a menace and rubbed the tip against his clit for a few minutes, she enjoyed the soft breaths it made Shouta release. "You should really wear underwear, Sho."
Shouta grumbled, the toy shifted as he pulled his pants up, and shifted to test how it would feel to walk like this. Hell was the answer. The toy rubbed against his clit and slipped out only a little while walking. The base was tapered so it didn't fully slip out.
Shouta knew when he sat down it would slip back up. He grumbled as Nemuri opened the stall door and told him to go first.
They met back up with Toshinori and Kan. They were waiting outside of the bathroom and Shouta couldn't help but note how Kan was already half hard in his pants.
Shouta rolled his eyes and led the way to their usual private space.
Hizashi wasn't there yet, but there were at least two familiar faces already squeezed into the booth.
Touya and Oboro.
Touya was nursing a cocktail and making small conversations while Oboro… was playing with his finger nails. His eyes kept darting like a caged animal and then they landed on Shouta's approach.
Oboro stood up so fast Shouta would have sworn it gave him whiplash. "Hi," he said when the group fully made it to the table.
Shouta smiled at him and ran a finger through the dark mist of a beard. "Hey…"
It felt like the world had stopped for a few moments as they just stood in place. "You're wearing Touya's clothes." He could tell. The shirt was too tight across his chest, showing off every divit and bulge. Shouta couldn't help but run his hands over one of Oboro's arms. The pants were well fit. Blackish-purple. They cupped Oboro's ass in the way they didn't cup Touya's flat ass.
"We were in a time crunch," said Touya, his hair had washed out to its usual white, burn scars nowhere to be seen.
Shouta hoped it would be enough for All-Might to not connect Touya to Dabi and Oboro to Kurogiri.
"You look great for a time crunch," said Nemuri as she scooted Touya down the line of the booth. "Seriously, I love the tits out look on you, Inferno."
Touya stuck out his tongue and smirked. "It's fucking weird when you say it."
Toshinori slipped in next to Nemuri. "Have we met before?" He asked Touya.
Touya narrowed his eyes. "No." He then snubbed the older hero's next few lines of questioning.
Kan shut All-Might up with a slap to the back. "We aren't here for interrogation."
Shouta waited for Oboro to sit back down before he lowered himself into the booth. He sighed softly as the toy shifted against him.
Oboro leaned his head on Shouta's shoulder. "Is it already in?" He asked.
Shouta nodded and bit his lower lip.
Mist started to crackle out of Oboro's lips as his eyes blew wide. "Can I feel it?"
And that is when Hizashi showed up. "Yo yo yo my wonderful participants in the… Kitten, how many times have we done this?"
Shouta scoffed. "Too many." He looked his partner up and down. From the hot pink skin tight shorts to the light pink cropped fuzzy jacket to his hot pink hearing aids. Hizashi was loud. And Shouta loved it that way. "Are you also not wearing underwear?" Shouta asked.
Hizashi's eyes dilated at that declaration. "Oh fuck you," he hissed, already a steady swell was pressed against those sinful shorts. "Scoot over I'm boxing you in-between us."
Shouta nodded and bit his lower lip as the toy rubbed against and inside of him as he scooted down the booth.
"Also yes you can feel Shouta. It's part of the game," said Hizashi to Oboro with a grin.
Oboro nodded but looked to Shouta. "I think I remember playing it once."
Shouta nodded. "If you need me to say yes you can touch me then I'm saying." He leaned into Oboro's space. "Yes you can touch me. You can touch Hizashi and me at the same fucking time if you want."
The mist crackled again along Oboro's body. It had always been connected to his emotions. Whatever All for One did to him must have made it more unstable. "Uh… Hizashi gave me the remotes before he went…"
Shouta looked at his partner and raised a brow. "Interesting."
Hizashi blushed and then stuck his tongue out. "You know how I get. I don't think I'd be capable of controlling the settings."
"This way you also know it's fucking fair in Oboro's hands," said Touya. "Also a pitcher of beer should be coming. A few pitchers."
Shouta nodded and shifted slightly. That was a mistake, the barest movement shoved the toy right into his g-spot. It caused a few reactions, the first was his breath choked off again, the second was he grabbed at the nearest thing to his right hand which was Hizashi and Hizashi's loud coat. He pulled. He did not make a sound, but now the toy was fucking right there and he wanted more of it.
Hizashi grinned like a madman and Shouta felt his hand slip along his inner thigh. "Knew that was a good choice."
Shouta was going to kill him.
His grip tightened on Hizashi's jacket and he clawed at Oboro. "I'll give you a nice pretty show if you give me his Goddamn remote," he growled.
"Kitten, no, that's not fair," whined Hizashi.
"Fairness went out the window a few seconds ago when you sat down," growled Shouta.
Shouta and Hizashi both went silent and gripped onto each other tightly. Shouta could feel his teeth clattering as the vibrations ran up through him.
Hizashi bit into Shouta's shoulder to suppress a particular noise he didn't want to let out.
Shouta angled his head into Hizashi's chest and threw a glare at Oboro who had the biggest fucking smirk on his face.
"I've always enjoyed watching you two…" Their old friend tilted his head and swayed to the side closer to Kan.
As soon as the vibrators had started they lowered to a more manageable stimulus. "Now." Oboro twirled the two remotes. One a bright yellow the other a hot pink.
Toshinori raised a hand. "What are the rules? So we can judge accordingly?"
"Fuck you picked the hot pink one?" Shouta shifted to get the slow vibrations away from the current spot they were assaulting. The hot pink vibrator had a fun attachment. A cock ring that would send jolts of vibrations to the base of Hizashi's cock and keep him just on the edge of orgasam. Maybe he was playing fair after all.
Hizashi took a few deep breaths against Shouta's neck. "Sighing is allowed. Breathing is allowed. Whimpering is forfeit. Moaning is forfeit." He breathed deep again and moved his mouth off of Shouta's jacket. It was slick with spit where Hizashi had bitten down. "Shouta has a different rule for me, but talking through stimulation is. Fine. It's when begging comes that the game is over."
Shouta felt the vibrations stop, he sighed with relief, and disappointment. That relief and disappointment was short lived as one of Oboro's hands had lowered to the high cut of Shouta's pant leg. Those familiar yet foreign calloused fingers slipped up his thigh and circled that bright yellow base.
He was trapped now. Between Hizashi's body and Oboro's hold on the toy, but he knew the game. If Oboro was going to help Hizashi, Shouta was going to have to play dirty.
Shouta spread his legs around Oboro's hand, only a gentle shift like he had been doing before all it took was to lower a hand. He could even say he is doing it as an example of his rule. He put his hand to Hizashi's cock, which made Hizashi hiss softly. "Example, hissing is fine for Hizashi. If it gets too loud? He loses." Because quirk control was part of this game when it came to Hizashi. "Voice control is part of the game." His nails gripped into his own thigh as Oboro's finger slipped in next to the silicone between his legs.
Hizashi had taken the barest of glances down at what had been happening below and smirked. He rocked slowly into Shouta's hand and without a stutter said, "grunting is also grounds for losing." His voice didn't even falter even as Shouta added to the friction on Hizashi's cock and Oboro circled Shouta's cunt. "But yes. It's all about how long it takes to lose control."
Shouta didn't waver his stare from the table; he could feel the wet patch on Hizashi's shorts as Hizashi leaned forward a little more so Shouta could pull his dick from his pants. It was already dribbling and slick, just like Oboro's finger was, just like the toy inside of him. The smooth ball piercings rolling over his palm.
Shouta had to look at all of them. Stare at their faces to see who was paying attention to Hizashi's words and who was fully aware of what was happening under the table.
Shouta almost squirmed out of his seat and slammed into the table when a second different hand joined Oboro's below.
Hizashi was still discussing how the game was played, his slimmer fingers stroking Shouta's outer labia. Before they circled his clit.
Shouta did actually squirm when he saw Touya's face. The white haired twenty seven year old was already breathing heavy. Glaring at Hizashi and Oboro for being the ones to be lucky to sit next to Shouta.
Nemuri had lost interest in the rules and had stolen Touya's cocktail while watching.
Toshinori's face showed only supreme focus on Hizashi's words.
Kan was much the same way. Focused on the explanation, even though he could SEE the situation. Being taller than Oboro and having his eyes focused below the table.
Oboro pulled the toy out and thrust it back in. Pulled it out slightly. Then back in deeper as Hizashi pushed with him. Oddly in tune with what Shouta was doing with Hizashi's dick.
A pitcher came, Hizashi still rambling on, this time about school work as vibrations joined the fun.
Shouta squirmed, brought his hand away from Hizashi's cock to rub the sleeve against his face in mock annoyance. He bit down on the pleather sleeve with a silent moan a fresh gush of slick squirted from between the toy and Oboro's and Hizashi's hands. Silently he rode it out, moving his hips with it until it became far too sensitive and he could feel the wetness soak his shorts and the other's hands.
Oboro made a keening noise, the mist, tumbled out of his mouth. "Did you--"
Hizashi only made the softest release of breath. "Okay if Shouta wasn't pretty obvious while he was having an orgasam im sure right now you wouldn't know Shouta has just fucking soaked my hand and Oboro's hand and he has been stroking my cock this whole time. Also don't worry. He will do it again. And again. Until he fucking makes a Goddamn noise." Hizashi hadn't stopped the shallow fucking Oboro had started, the toy still on the lowest setting, asulting his clit with jolts, and it was getting uncomfortable instead of pleasurable.
Oboro had taken some napkins from near the beer to wipe his hand off.
"Stop," hissed Shouta, nearly trying to kick away from Hizashi and under the table.
The vibrations turned off and Shouta sighed with relief.
Hisashi pulled his hand back fast. "Need a break or full stop?"
Shouta squirmed. He didn't want to stop completely; it was just a lot in a short time.
"Just went too fast," Shouta mumbled. "Too much too fast."
Hizashi flinched a little. "Yeah, sorry, kitten. I got carried away. I know it's usually more drawn out."
As a consolation Shouta was given Hizashi's remote and had turned it to the lowest setting. Now the game could be properly played.
The break was maybe a few minutes of weirdly uncomfortable silence and Shouta shifting his hips, teasing Hizashi, and whispering about how great it will be to win again.
Hizashi bit his lower lip as Nemuri had gotten up some time ago. Shouta had been too busy with teasing light touches to know where she went.
But when she came back he knew they would all be fucked.
Nemuri had gotten an entire tray of various cocktails and a whole bottle of tequila.
"Nemuri, no," hissed Hizashi, he had been squirming more and more in his seat.
Nemuri grinned wide. "Nemuri, YES." she cackled and went to work on making some obscene mixed drink for almost everyone.
Shouta slipped his fingers down the back of Hizashi's pants to twist the vibrator slightly. It was one of their skinnier ones that wouldn't stretch Hizashi too much. He leaned against his partner's shoulder and half lifted him into his lap to see if he could return the favor of fucking an object into a hole. "You sure are being a good boy," Shouta muttered into his partner's shoulder. He swiped one of the strawberry cocktails from Nemuri before she could taint it with something else.
Hizashi's face was flushed from booze and play, he kept telling Nemuri that he was not going to drink what she just made all the while he had spread his leg over Shouta's thigh. Cock pressed just so and ass raised enough for Shouta, while his thigh pressed the toy deeper into Shouta. "Plan on winning," Hizashi muttered. He grabbed the remote from Oboro. "You will lose."
Shouta sighed as he gripped the base of the toy inside of Hizashi. He would find that bundle of nerves and this would be over. That's all he had to do.
Train of thought was derailed as Hizashi turned the toy back on inside of Shouta. Due to the shape it had been keeping him somewhat stimulated, but now it was tipping that bare minimum stimulation into something he would call magical.
Hizashi rubbed his cock and thigh against Shouta and grinned. "Know what you are planning, kitten," he purred. "Think I'm going to let you hit my prostate? Think that's gonna make me putty in your arms? Nope. I've been practicing."
That buzzed in Shouta's head. Thoughts of how predictable he must be getting. Or maybe Hizashi was bluffing.
Touya coughed. "So. What are you planning on doing to Shouta if you win Hizashi?"
Hizashi's thighs squeezed Shouta's leg. "Oh that is a wonderful topic," he purred. "I'm going to keep him desperate for me until we get home or fuck maybe drag him to the dorms or the radio station. Bet my pretty kitten would love to imagine being on air. Millions of people hearing him beg for it."
Shouta tried to shake his head a particularly heavy breath escaped his mouth as heat clenched in his stomach.
"If we make it home? I'm going to fuck him over the kitchen counter while Touya and Oboro watch. Maybe handcuff him to the bed. Keep him wanting more."
"If Shouta wins?" Touya prompted.
Hizashi rocked against Shouta's leg. "Kitten what are you going to do if you win?"
Shouta couldn't respond, he had to focus on his breathing, even though it had gone to dog shit and was now just heavy.
It felt like his head was one move away from soup.
"Guess kitten is a little too deep, so, I tell you what I would love," Hizashi produced jazz hands. "Would love Shouta to use me as his fuck toy. Keep me hard and ready for his use. That would be hot. Right, Kitten? Would you want to use my cock as a toy? It'd be a great birthday gift for you huh?"
Shouta took in a shaky breath and pressed his face into Hizashi's back. He tried to open his mouth, but the toy inside of him went into setting two and he had to bite the fluffy coat.
He just had to make Hizashi break that's all he had to do.
Hizashi laughed and went back into a different conversation.
Shouta slipped his fingers against the smooth silicone inside of Hizashi. A buzz with the way his partner didn't even falter in his rant about Oboro's Clown Drawer still being used at the house.
Shouta dragged the toy out and angled it just right knowing when he pushed it in it would settle right against Hizashi's prostate.
Just as he started to push the toy forward the vibrations assaulting his insides picked up again. Setting three. He hiccuped at the surprise, then tried to angle his hips away from the pulses that were too much, but that pushed the toy deeper instead.
Hizashi was delighted at Shouta's hiccuping. Shouta knew because the stupid toy got worse in the best way. Shouta's hands flew and clawed deep into Hizashi's hips.
Shouta couldn't think. He couldn't move and he couldn't prevent the way his head tilted back on a choked noise deep inside of him. He was almost there almost to the edge and suddenly it all stopped. A noise broke from deep inside him. A cry of the pleasure he was just fucking denied! "No," he snarled, his hips bucked against the toy and Hizashi's tight little ass. He snarled again actual tears in his eyes as he tried to get back to that white hot feeling. The world was dead to him all he wanted was-- the vibrator went from zero to full and Shouta screamed silently, it was followed by a chorus of high pitched keens and moans tumbling from his lips as stars danced in his eyes and he was there again. "Yes," he chanted, thrusting into the toy until it wasn't a toy. It was Hizashi's cock and Oboro's fingers and the pairs of eyes of their friends. God fucking.
Toshinori was slack jawed and staring and just the realization that fucking All-Might of all goddamn people had watched him fall apart and get FUCKED. The last shreds of control ripped away as Shouta's body went tense with a moaned "Fuck." He clenched up around the perfect cock in his cunt as he was fucked through his second orgasam of the night. He could barely register when it tumbled into a third simply because his brain turned to soup. What happened after that he couldn't even register.
Deep inside of his brain he knew Touya had wrapped a towel around his shaking frame. He knew his shaky wrecked body had been carried out by Oboro. Preserving at least some of his dignity. He knew he was put in the back seat of Hizashi's car. He knew someone was fucking eating him out while Hizashi drove. Calloused fingers using his cunt as a play thing while Hizashi tried to focus on not killing them.
Shouta was going to suck his dick later and those words apparently tumbled out of his lips as the mouth around him nipped at his clit.
Shouta gripped at the person's hair, he was rewarded with a familiar feeling of misty hair strands and the sound of Oboro keening as he got said hair pulled.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet, soaked your fucking pants," growled Oboro. "So perfect."
Shouta whimpered and rolled his head back to stare up at Touya who he now realized he had his head on the other's thigh.
Touya's hips rotated as the younger was fingering his own sopping wet cunt. "Don't. Make any comments," hissed Touya as he tried to hide his burning red face. "That was so fucking hot I can't even believe us talking about shit that Hizashi wanted to do to you was gonna get you that far gone."
Shouta heard all of this, but it made no sense in his mind. The only thing that made sense was the tongue and teeth and how he could grind down into this mouth and these fingers for almost forever. They pulled such sweet sounds out of him.
Touya's eyes screwed shut, his hips stuttered, with a silent orgasam he covered his face with his arm, and whimpered as his fingers continued to pump under Shouta's gaze.
Shouta's hips stuttered against Oboro's face, a free hand pushed down on his stomach, he knew what Oboro was doing, but couldn't seem to stop chasing the pleasure.
It ripped through him harder than ever. He threw his head back, eyes shut for dear life as fluid just POURED out of him, onto Oboro's face, hand, and the towel below.
When Shouta came down from that high a lot was too much. The fingers that had stalled in him. The wet juices cooling on his thighs, on his ass, and in his pubic hair. It was all too much for his over sensitive body.
Shouta kicked Oboro's shoulder and pulled himself into a sitting position. "Too much."
"Fuck," said Oboro. "Uh. You're not getting these pants back."
"I don't want them back," said Touya, out of breath, and Shouta wondered if he would be teary eyed if he hadn't had his tear ducts damaged. "I have some baby wipes if you need to clean up… or you can wait for Hizashi to pamper you with a bath and cuddle for being amazing."
"Gotta help him get off first." Shouta hummed and just pulled the non soiled part of the towel up to cover himself. "I can wait for the hot bath and aftercare."
"Ah no. No you do not need to get me off." Hizashi chuckled from the driver's seat. "You were so fucking amazing, Sho. I'm not going to gloat about winning, but I would have not been as good of a boy as you."
Shouta whimpered at the spike of pleasure at the knowledge that Hizashi had probably made a mess of his pants while driving. "Oboro was really good though… best boy."
The mist enveloped Oboro with a high pitched squeak.
"Touya deserves a reward for not murdering All-Might," said Shouta. "Where… is he by the way?" Shouta looked around the car only seeing a quiet Nemuri in the front seat with her headphones on.
Touya squirmed and pulled his knees up. "He got a cab. Think he went to see his boyfriend or some shit. Kan did much the same."
Shouta hummed. "I'm sure the detective will appreciate a nice wet and wanting All-Might."
Hizashi laughed. "Power Loader is going to be so fucked with Kan's hard on and I am not sorry."
A collective sigh filled the car as everyone winded down.
Nemuri took her headphones off. "That was a lot," she said. "Sorry I… had to tap out. I needed a long moment."
Shouta nudged her with a boot tip. "You're good. Want some hot chocolate when we get home?"
A collective groan filled the car.
"Milk and a stomach full of booze doesn't seem like a fantastic combo." Nemuri patted her tummy then shook out her hair. "I wouldn't say no to some chamomile and honey though."
Shouta nodded and opened his phone to check notifications. "After a bath." He paused on their house security system and squinted. "There is a nest in our living room."
Touya answered like it was nothing. "Hawks was coming over."
There was a resounding "Right," from everyone in the car before it actually sank in.
Hawks was over.
Shouta furrowed his brow.
Hawks.
Nest.
On the night they were scheduled to play.
A play session Hawks missed because of hero work.
How Hawks had said in the group chat that he would…
Touya scrambled for his phone like he had made the same realization Shouta had. He dialed a number. "If he thinks he is fucking touching me tonight I'm burning his pretty wings o--" A big grin spread across Touya's face. "Hey Birdy."
Being as close as he was, Shouta could hear most of what was said.
"Hey Hot Stuff," yawned Hawks. Had the hero been sleeping? A sleepy bird coo answered Shouta's question.
And if it didn't, Touya asked, "Are you asleep?"
Hawks cooed again. "Hm? Sleep? Me?"
Touya raised an eyebrow and moments later Hawks said, "yeah… work was rough tonight and I was really… tired. M'sorry."
Touya blinked slowly. "No, it's okay I was… I was actually calling because things got more intense than we intended…"
A sleepy Hawks chuckled. "Oh good… I don't have to worry about third degree burns tonight."
Touya's cheeks grew bright red and he held the phone out to Shouta.
Shouta took the phone. "Thank you, we are coming back now. If you are wanting cuddle time it's on the table. And chamomile tea."
Hawks preened like a bird. "If I wake up when you guys get in I'm down."
Shouta nodded. "See you soon."
He handed the phone back to Touya who made a kiss noise and hissed, "love you." Before he hung the phone up.
"Are we there yet?" Whined Oboro.
Shouta rubbed his face. No. They weren't and they should have been there by now. "Hizashi."
"I'm not lost!" Hizashi shouted. "I took a wrong turn and… we are here now." He parked the car and turned it off.
Shouta shook his head and sighed. "You'd get lost in a round barn."
Hizashi chuckled. "Well I do get lost in your eyes constantly."
Touya gagged and scrambled for the door handle. "Okay gross I'm going to piss in your bushes."
"Also gross," said Shouta as Touya exited the vehicle. "You have a key; use the goddamn bathroom!"
Touya's grumbling was incoherent the further he trekked up to the door. "Fine I'll piss in the bathroom!" Was all Shouta could catch.
Oboro exited next, he grabbed the bags, then produced a second towel from Touya's rucksack, and held it out to Shouta.
Right. The neighbors didn't need to see more than one surprise tonight. It was enough to spot a well known hero fly into your neighbor's house. It was another thing entirely to also see said neighbor Winnie the Poo it back into his house after showing up in a car full of people.
Shouta slipped out of the car and thanked Oboro for holding the towel so no one could see. He wrapped it around his waist and turned to see Hizashi strut out of the car. Bare fucking assed and his dick in the wind.
"I both love and hate you so much," Shouta hissed.
Nemuri avoided contact with Hizashi's dong and power walked to the door that Touya entered.
Hizashi smacked his own ass and tossed a wink to Shouta. "Thanks, Kitten!" He wiggled his hips then laughed and began to head to the front door. Oboro and Shouta in step behind him.
The pairs of shoes were left hazardly in the front hall, Shouta took the time to at least line the pairs up with each other before taking off his own boots. Then he and Hizashi slipped into their house slippers.
Oboro left in his socks as he wiggled his toes. "I can run the water until it's hot for you…" He signed this, probably not wanting to disturb the sleeping bird in their living space.
Shouta shook his head and quickly signed, "You've served enough man babies, I can get the water started." He waved his hand before Oboro or Hizashi could protest and headed down the hall to their large second bathroom.
They had a large soaking tub that could easily fit four or five of them comfortably. Across the way from that was a large walk in shower with a built in seat and shower shelves within reach of that seat. It had been something they thought about when they looked for a bigger place. Their original 3 bedroom apartment hadn't covered their growing (found) family.
Shouta blinked as he entered. Touya was already there.
Fully naked. Shouta was almost disappointed. He hadn't paid the younger any attention that night and felt a tinge of regret for not giving Touya the time of day.
Touya still looked pretty wrecked for someone who had only pleasured himself through the whole night. "It's a real shame I wasn't coherent enough to fuck your pussy."
"I will set you on fire… also there is next time." The white haired man flinched slightly, fingers idling in a steady stream of steamy water.
Shouta wondered if the water was going to be too hot. Touya didn't exactly have a good sense of touch in his hands since the accident nearly eleven years ago.
Touya sighed heavily. "I figured you'd try to do this."
Shouta's face heated up. "Run a bath?"
Touya tilted his head in a way that screamed 'you know what I mean'. His fingers agitated the bubbles in the tub. "The least I can do is take care of a goddamn bubble bath."
Shouta sighed heavily and approached the overhang where Touya sat.
Touya's icy gaze focused on the water.
Shouta would regret sitting down, but he did. He slammed his head down on Touya's shoulder. He had to think of how to best reassure Touya that he did more than enough for them just by convincing Oboro to come and not murdering All-Might. "It may not feel like it, but you've done a lot more than you know."
Touya's eyes rolled as he scoffed, but his shoulders did relax some. "What are you, like, proud of me or some shit?"
Shouta placed a hand under Touya's chin to get the younger one to look at him. "You've been a really good boy tonight and I mean that."
Touya squirmed at the praise, his pupils blown wide, his mouth hung open, before he shook his head out, and huffed. "Don't do that."
Shouta hummed. "I know, I know. You'll burn me to a crisp." He sighed and gently kissed Touya's cheek. "Next time. Next time you get praise, loved, and worshiped."
Touya stuck his tongue out and stood up. "Stay here while I wake up Birdy and tell them to get their asses naked and in the water."
Shouta hummed. "If they aren't already at the door."
Touya slowly blinked and stared at the door into the hall.
Shouta found it almost comical the way the fire user tip-toed across the various towel blobs.
There was a beat of silence before he swung the door open and… only Hizashi was there. On full display. Arm tattoos are no longer covered by that jacket.
Hizashi only had a full sleeve on one arm, for a man who didn’t particularly enjoy the great outdoors he still found it beautiful enough to get a whimsical forest scene, the other arm was a work in progress various bright and colored flowers transitioned down into a Thorne vine of black and white roses. There were gaps because Hizashi had wanted to add bats or mushrooms to tie the two sleeves together.
Shouta opened his mouth to ask where the others were as Hizashi looked Touya over, but it died in his throat as Oboro came up behind Hizashi. His body heavily scarred from the torture and pain All for One and the Doctor inflicted.
The guilt and horror of what Oboro had gone through stabbed Shouta's heart, ripped it out, and feasted on it in front of him.
Shouta looked down to the white fluffy bubbles as a way to tear his mind from a past he couldn't fix. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the necklace he wore pulled tight against his throat. Out of habit he had grabbed at whoever was choking him, only to be met with an ice cold wrist, and multiple pairs of eyes.
"You're okay," said Oboro softly as he unclasped the choker and placed a soft kiss to the spot just below Shouta's hair line. "I'm okay. I'm here and I would like my hand back to help you get undressed…"
Shouta blinked rapidly attempting to ground from the past few seconds of his brain being a dick. He shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I… I can undress…" He moved to stand up, but a wave of brain fog and fatigue tilted the world too much. His knees gave way as the towel fell around his ankles and multiple arms caught him before he hit the floor.
"Right, uh huh," chuckled Hizashi.
Shouta had to tell himself that Hizashi wasn't chuckling at him, just at the situation, and how Shouta was fucking stubborn even after getting fucked within an inch of his life.
Touya's warm hands slipped under his jacket and took it off for him. "You just sit back and relax."
Shouta grumbled, but resigned to his fate as Hizashi removed the final piece of clothing from Shouta's skin.
"Do you need help getting into the bath?" Someone asked. He thinks it was Hizashi, who unfortunately was being a little loud due to the fact he no longer had his hearing aids in. Water didn't really mix well with them.
Shouta tilted his head, he tried really hard to comprehend how to answer that. "I might be a little foggy," he said.
Touya was the one who signed at Hizashi. ASL. In his right mind he would be able to understand what was being signed, but he wasn't in his right mind. He was foggy. Exhausted from the activities.
Hizashi nodded at whatever Touya had signed and stepped into the tub with his back against the backrest they had put in. He made grabby hands for Shouta.
Before the erasure hero could lift a leg, trip, then hit his head, a pair of calloused hands scooped him up like a blushing bride.
Shouta squealed and kicked his leg a bit before he was lowered into the SCALDING water. "Hot fuck shit!" He shouted. That snapped him back enough to scramble up against Hizashi's body. His hands ran over Hizashi's thighs in thought. They felt rough with hair growth. "You need to shave your legs again." He mumbled.
Hizashi's arms wrapped around him and kissed his cheek. "Only shaved the best parts for tonight," cackled the voice quirk hero.
Shouta hummed as Touya stepped over the tub edge and held his arms up in the air before he squatted down into the water. "Oh God I did make this too hot," squealed the younger. He sat with his back to the spout.
Was Touya upset with him? Shouta had to catch his own thoughts before it spiraled him back down into oblivion. Touya was not upset with him. The younger one just had a tendency to have horrible sensory overload after events like tonight. Shouta understood that Touya was this way.
Shouta sighed as Oboro plopped in, he shoved his head into Shouta's lap, half under the water, and rested his knees on Touya's shoulders.
Touya reacted by grabbing those knees and shoving them off. "Off!"
Oboro chuckled and scooted up so he was sprawled across Shouta’s lap. "Hey, handsome," he purred and ran a wet hand through Shouta's hair. "I'm glad I came."
"I love that you came," whispered Shouta. He felt warmth bubble over his chest. Sitting between Hizashi's legs, Oboro in his lap, it would never be what it was fifteen years ago, but he didn't mind that.
Shouta rubbed a circle into Oboro's hip and gave him a mouth kiss. One that was soft, sweet, and lasted maybe a few seconds before Shouta pulled away.
Oboro cupped his hand against Shouta's face and put his thumb against Shouta's lips. "I missed your kisses." His golden eyes were focused on Shouta's lips as he brought the erasure hero in for another kiss.
Touya dumped water on them both. "I want a kiss from Shouta," he grumbled.
Hizashi signed that he would like to kiss Oboro. "Because I missed you!" Hizashi shouted.
Oboro and Shouta chuckled against each other and sighed heavily.
Shouta craned his neck up and grabbed the back of Touya's head, their teeth clacked together in a sharp and sweet kiss.
He could feel Hizashi grab Oboro's face from over Shouta's shoulder. He could hear their heated kiss as Shouta pulled away from Touya.
The rest of their bath was uneventful. Hizashi scrubbed Shouta's hair clean, they splashed lazily at each other, before they knew it the water had grown cold, and Touya had fallen asleep with his head on the side of the tub.
Shouta felt like he wasn't going to be far behind with Hizashi rubbing the knots out of his shoulders. "Think we should go to the nest…"
Hizashi hummed in agreement as he leaned over Shouta and Oboro to pull the plug and rouse Touya.
The fire user jumped and groaned. "Was… sleep?"
Shouta nodded.
Oboro blinked slowly, form fully engulfed in the dark mist, and body warm instead of ice cold. "I think I fell into a stasis."
There were a few minutes where no one bothered to move, until Nemuri walked in to check on them. "Are you guys alive or drowning?" She asked from the door.
"Drowning," yawned Touya. "So very drowning."
Shouta grumbled something about underwear.
Nemuri's foot falls drifted away from the door momentarily. She came back with clean underwear for Shouta and Touya. Hizashi never wore underwear to bed, but Nemuri did bring his sleep shorts.
Oboro also declined underwear.
She helped the sleepy guys get into the nest where she had been going through some course work and drinking a cup of tea while Hawks cooed in his sleep a few inches away. She put her device away on a nearby table before they all settled in.
Touya fell half on top of Hawks which had woken the dirty blond long enough to deliver a sleepy kiss and cuddle against each other. Foreheads touching.
Shouta was placed gently next to Touya and tucked in by Nemuri. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and ran her nails through his hair.
"Sleep well, Kitten." Hizashi cuddled up next to him and kissed his nose. "Happy Birthday."
Oboro squished against Hizashi's back and shut his eyes. "Good night," he chimed even though he would not be sleeping as nomu… didn't sleep. "Happy borthday."
"Good Night," signed Shouta against Hizashi's chest. He nuzzled his head under Hizashi's chin and shut his eyes.
I love you, Shouta thought as spice and citrus filled his nostrils.
In his home surrounded by people he loved and who loved him, Shouta Aizawa had the best night sleep in his life and the best start to his birthday week.
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